Diana went into the bathroom and I waited until I heard the water running. I went in. I said the shower door was opaque. Sort of. It’s not clear...glass, but it’s not a barrier either. In the mirror above the sink as I shaved, I could see the outline of her body as she showered -- the shape of her breasts, of her hips, her behind and legs. I watched her turn and bend, washing her top, her middle, all of her. When the water stopped, she pulled two towels into the shower stall and dried. She startles awake, her wide blue eyes flying all the way up to his impassive face. She opens her mouth to speak, to question him. "Wh.." She cuts her question off when he quirks an eyebrow at her. The unfamiliar weights on her nipples and clit and the ring through her tongue remind her of the events of last night and this morning. He's quiet and still while he watches understanding dawn. Before she has her thoughts completely sorted out: "You're going to want to assume the position before I. He pressed his mouth hard to hers, his tongue probing, searching. Her teeth caught his lip and held it firmly before letting loose. He pulled away, ‘I want you more.’ The words fell between shallow breaths. With her eyes locked to his, her answer taunted him. ‘Show me,’ she whispered, and crushed his mouth to hers again. Her kiss was demanding, provoking, carnal, and it touched him. More accurately, it reached out and gripped him, shook him to his core, and held him fast, until she pulled. After her second orgasm from my mouth she called out "I want you inside me." I pulled her to the edge of the table and obliged by thrusting my rock hard cock, deep into her vagina. I knew I could thrust hard as she was soaking wet between her legs with her vagina and thighs covered in her juices. I drove hard and deep, getting faster until I felt my own orgasm was coming. Just as I felt it explode inside her she wrapped her legs around my back and stiffened up as another orgasm wracked her.